Quotes About Thirst

I want to drink from you're life force.

Drink from my emotional offerings.

The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it.

Who wants an orange whip? Orange whip? Orange whip? Three orange whips.

They say I'm greedy, but I still want more, cause my eyes want to journey.

If you ask me what I want, I'll tell you. I want everything.

There are very few things in my life that I can't have if I want them. So when I see something that I can't have, immediately I'm obsessed by it.

My doctor was like, 'Any questions?' And I was like, 'Yes! When can I drink please?!' I just want a margarita.

Trying to remember you is like carrying water in my hands a long distance across sand. Somewhere people are waiting. They have drunk nothing for days.

Places of learning are full to brimming, but those with a real thirst for knowledge are few. Remain true to yourself and never stop learning...

Give me the new thing and give it to me now. I don't want that old thing - I've seen it, heard it, bought it, slept with it, loved it, but now I'm bored with the old thing and I'm gagging for the new stuff.

El amor no es más que el deseo furioso de algo que huye de nosotros...

He wished his tongue wasn't quite so dry and that the skin round his neck didn't feel so very tight.

Pikirkan 'nihareem' padang pasir, bidadari-bidadari iblis ini membingungkan pelancong yanh letih, membelokannya dari jalannya dengan lampu-lampu terang mereka pada malam hari. Tertipu, mengira dia telah menemukan sebuah kota atau penginapan, pasir yang luas, mati kehausan atau tenggelam dalam pasir hisap - Hakim Mehdad

To die of thirst is a heavenly, blissful death compared with the craving for morphine. The feeling must be something like that of a man buried alive, clawing at the skin on his chest in the effort to catch the last tiny bubbles of air in his coffin, or of a heretic at the stake, groaning and writhing as the first tongues of flame lick at his feet.

... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.

Desire is the kind of thing thateats youandleaves you starving.

She's been drinking champagne kirs but has already had too many and when she orders her sixth I suggest that maybe she's had enough. She looks at me and says, I am cold and thirsty and I will order what I fucking want. I say, Then have an Evian or San Pellegrino for Christ sakes.

Wanna waterdrink, Rollo firstee," he pleaded.

I wish to cup knowledge in my hand and drink it as one drinks water by the side of the stream.

What some people need, said Magrat, to the world in general, is a bit more heart. What some people need, said Granny Weatherwax, to the stormy sky, is a lot more brain. Then she clutched at her hat to stop the wind from blowing it off. What I need, thought Nanny Ogg fervently, is a drink.

Well, there were plenty of things to do; there always were. There was no end to the wanting.

Captain Vimes believed in logic, in much the same way as a man in a desert believes in ice – i.e., it was something he really needed, but this just wasn't the place for it.

In the desert, success is the understanding of limits. One false move and you die. You can't talk your way out of thirst. Bare skin burns. Face-to-face with a spitting rattlesnake, the only thing you have to negotiate is your escape. There are rules in the desert. Pay attention. Adapt or parish.